The rest of the day passes in a blur of happiness and chaos.
May gets spoiled rotten. Every store becomes her playground, and Ryan trails behind her like a besotted, slightly overwhelmed bodyguard-s***h-fiancé. Watching them is like witnessing two magnets in motion—chemistry always pulling them together. Sometimes literally. Like when he caught her mid-spin outside a boutique and pulled her into a kiss that almost made an elderly woman gasp and drop her gelato.
It was perfect.
I was offered everything May got, of course—Caden’s overprotective, gift-shoving tendencies know no bounds—but I waved it all off. This was her day. One we planned a long time ago.
Only, back then, it was supposed to be our 18th.
We’d always imagined a shared celebration—laughing, shopping, her shifting for the
